I went to the hospital to visit my father-in-law today. My mother-in-law told us in front of us that when our father-in-law is gone, she will take turns living in the homes of her two sons. I didn't say anything because I wouldn't agree to it anyway.
I have been married for so many years, but I have never eaten a meal she helped cook. Sometimes I am too busy and don’t want my children to eat takeout, because we do business downstairs in the community where she lives, so I wanted to go to her place for a few bites. She directly said no, she would eat leftovers today. Now that the two children have grown up, the older one is seven years old and the younger one is six years old. She has never taken the initiative to visit her. She has not even been hospitalized for surgery. She dislikes me for giving birth to two daughters.
Now every year during holidays, your birthdays, or when you are sick, I can do my part to visit you. This is my upbringing and my limit. You want me to provide you with three meals a day to support you in your old age. That's impossible. You have good hands and feet and a strong body. If you feel lonely, you can ask your son to live with you. I have no objection. Anyway, we are in the neighborhood next door. I will never say another word when he spends money to buy things for you. That is his filial piety, but please don't come to morally kidnap me.
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